Chapter 142
At that moment, Theo’s mind was a complete mess.
Matty’s performance had been too abrupt, too well-timed–he didn’t even have a chance to react. He had never been in a
situation like this before. Some of what Matty said was true, some fabricated, but Theo had been raised to never lie. Now, faced with this chaos, he had no idea what to say.
The hesitation on his face, the flickering uncertainty, was impossible to miss.
Sharon knew Theo too well. One glance, and she could tell-Matty wasn’t lying.
She could no longer hold back. With a sudden swing, she slapped Kelly across the face.
The sound cracked through the corridor, Kelly staggered back and fell to the floor, her cheek swelling almost instantly.
Clutching her face, Kelly screamed. “You hit me?!”
Sharon’s eyes gleamed cold and sharp. Her voice was icy. “Damn right I did. Try laying a hand on a kid again.”
She’d always believed that if a man cheated, the fault lay with the man himself. The mistress was just a spark, not the fire. So, although she despised Kelly, she had never planned to truly go after her.
It was one thing to brainwash Theo or corrupt him with her nonsense. After all, Carter and Theo had always shared a weakness for that fragile, doe-eyed type.
But now-now she had dared to lay hands on an innocent child.
That, Sharon couldn’t accept.
Did Kelly really think she could push her around like some spineless pushover?
Kelly had been back in the country for some time now, carefully protected by Carter and Nate. She hadn’t suffered so much as a scratch. Now, slapped to the floor in front of everyone, she completely snapped.
Eyes wild, she lunged at Sharon, shrieking, “Sharon, I’ll kill you!”
Sharon gave a cold, dismissive laugh. She caught Kelly’s wrist mid-swing and raised her hand again, ready to return the favor with another slap.
But suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly.
Carter’s voice cut through the moment. “Sharon. That’s enough.”
With Carter’s help, Kelly broke free of Sharon’s grasp and, without missing a beat, slapped her hard across the face.
Sharon, still restrained by Carter, couldn’t dodge. The slap landed with a sharp crack.
Carter’s expression shifted. “Kelly, stop.”
But Kelly, consumed by emotion, didn’t hear a word. She launched at Sharon in a fury, clawing, hitting, and screaming.
Sharon didn’t even try to dodge. She waited for the right moment and then grabbed a fistful of Kelly’s long hair, yanking hard.
“Aaah!!!”
The scream that tore from Kelly was raw and piercing.
She flailed, scratching desperately at Sharon’s hands. But Sharon, unfazed, held her grip firm. Her eyes were cold, her stance unshaken. One hand still tangled in Kelly’s hair, the other trapped by Carter, she could no longer strike, but that didn’t stop her.
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With a swift motion, she raised her knee and drove it into Kelly’s leg.
Another shriek. Kelly lost balance and collapsed to the ground, knees buckling under her.
They weren’t in the same league. Without Carter’s intervention, Kelly wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Seeing the scene unfold, Carter’s gaze darkened. He moved to seize Sharon’s other hand, but just then, another hand appeared, blocking his.
A smooth, lazy male voice spoke up, low and magnetic, yet clearly audible.
“Mr. Biggs, it’s rather unseemly for a man to interfere in women’s disputes, don’t you think? Especially when you’re helping an outsider go after your own wife. Are you sure that’s a good look?”
Matty’s eyes lit up. “Daddy, you’re here!”
Xavier cast a glance-casual but cutting-toward the kindergarten teachers, then at Kelly.
“If I hadn’t shown up now, any random person could’ve stepped all over my son.”
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